Была у меня лёгкая и незатейливая песенка "На песке" - а эта, "His Favorite Succubus" написана по её мотивам, но смысл и легенда уже совершенно другие. Тут всё жёстче и серьёзнее. Если в песне "На песке" девушка скорее шутит и играет со своим возлюблённым, нежели всерьёз хочет власти над ним, то героиня этой песни - совершенная маньячка и настоящий злой дух - джинн, фейри, суккуб. И как это присуще подобным созданиям, ей совершенно не жаль свою жертву.
Такой образ и сюжет показались интересными, вот и решила их облечь в музыкальную форму. В этот раз на английском:)
His Favorite Succubus
[Verse]
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
Upon the sands, so pure and bright,
He called to me, with lustful plea,
A night’s delight, his heart’s decree.
I rose from shadows, dark and deep,
From where the restless spirits sleep,
With shimmering skin and eyes aglow,
Scarlet lips, a fervent show.
He trembled as I drew in close,
In golden sands, our passion’s dose,
My touch, a fire, a burning brand,
He lay enraptured on the sand.
[Chorus]
In whispers soft, I cast my spell,
A lover's tale that none could tell,
For in my arms, he found his bliss,
Unknowing death’s awaiting kiss.
[Verse]
Through the night, we twined and turned,
With every touch, his spirit burned,
His heart, his soul, now bound to me,
A shadow of what used to be.
As dawn approached, the darkness waned,
His lifeless form on sands remained,
With laugh that echoed through the dawn,
His soul, to me, forever drawn.
[melisma]
Now bound to serve my dark desires,
To stoke the flames of hell’s own fires,
A puppet in my endless game,
A lover lost to lust and shame.
[Chorus]
In golden sands, his body lies,
A silent echo of his cries,
For I, the succubus, hold sway,
His soul, my prize, by night and day.
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